We snuck in before rush hour on a cold fall morning and I took away two wee little small tiny-tiny baby doughnuts based on the baristas recommendation: (I couldn't make this up if I wanted to) "I don't eat doughnuts, but the staff seems to really like the blueberry."

You don't eat doughnuts? Not vegan enough for ya? Too much gluten? I didn't want to ask - it was too early and I'd only had the one coffee yet so I was still a bit foggy. Hipsters, get off my lawn!

The recommendation for the blueberry was a good one. The doughnut was of the cake variety - the dough essentially pound-cake with dried blueberries mixed in, deep fried then given a sugar frosting.

I picked out a chocolate cake doughnut with chocolate frosting and coconut flakes. This was almost too sweet to eat, but when I realized that I would be sitting on MAX - Portland's answer to regional light rail - for almost an hour I tucked in. By the time we were pulling into Hillsboro, OR I was crashing pretty hard.